This is a song about "Trill gods"

In private, not public in the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Doomed by gods stupidity

But make sure if they do see

My own gods say i'm deceiving. my heart isn't cold, its freezing.

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

Lookin up the gods everynight and day

Just to go to liv on a sunday

We hustle to survive

Talkin bout that trill life

So you better fight right for gods sake.

If i die before i wake

Don't refute, or dilute, chemistry so trill make the president salute

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute